Hello all! Thanks for giving this chapter a wee read, hope you like. I'll start off by saying that there will be no whumpin of any kind in this story, well, I think (it's still early). Those who have read my other stories will be surprised I think coz this one ain't the same as the others but rest assure it has John and Liz fluff. First chapter is really short, just to see if you'd like me to continue. If not I'll have to readjust my writing cap.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything and I hope the idea is not copied! I can't recall reading anyone's similar so forgive me if I have.
Spoilers: Em, very minor ones from Rising and Home in season 1(later on though).
Pairings: John and Liz.
Disturbed Reality
Chapter 1
Elizabeth Weir's head swam as she tried to focus on the many loud voices around her. Pressing her hands against her ears Elizabeth groaned at their sheer volume and finally screamed "Shut up!" The voices stopped and she relaxed slightly feeling the pain in her head subside. Feeling calmer, Elizabeth cautiously opened one eye and was met by two blinding white lights and she quickly closed them again. Taking a deep breath she gradually peered at them again and realised they were attached to a ceiling. It finally dawned on her she was lying down and immediately presumed she was in the infirmary.
However, she struggled to recall what had happened for her to end up there. Then, on closer inspection of the ceiling, Elizabeth realised it was not of Ancient design but that of a typical Earth infirmary.
Am I back in Cheyenne Mountain? She wondered but blinked, as she knew that not to be true. The expedition team had been stranded in Atlantis for almost two years now. So unless a miracle had happened the doctor knew that scenario was impossible. She fought the panic building up inside her knowing there had to be a simple explanation for her strange whereabouts.
Placing two hands flat on the surface beside her waist Elizabeth was surprised to find it soft and bouncy, as if padded. Becoming more confused she pulled her upper body up so she was in a sitting position and examined her bright surroundings.
It was then her mouth dropped open, her heart began to race and her breath became erratic.
Elizabeth Weir was in a cell. Not just any normal cell, a white padded cell.
A/N: Want me to continue? The next chapter may take a while coz I'm coming up to a busy week. Let me know what you think and want! Please!
